feb-20th

To someone i thought i liked...but was an illusion afar....

who knows why...
if the path awaits
or ia it me..
waiting for a stranger
one piece of a poem
one tattered copy of 'science today'
our meeting it wrote
before i was born
1974...
all a mere excuse
u were thinking what we would talk
i, u watching as in i walk
only for one moment,
was it written
they waited decades
they waited as we grew
till in your dreams
i walked with you
down the alley of life
unrecognizable
undefinable...
unrecalled
when the truth of the morning sun
wiped it out
we are real
yet a dream
we are there
yet nowhere
in all the alleys of life...
in all definitions
unreachable...